Fifty sneezy moments in the life of Italy and Germany!
I promise I will update more soon, I just thought it would be fun.
I will probably also do more 50 sneezy moments for other countries, but for now I’m focused on Italy and Germany.

1. Feliciano and Ludwig attempted with tight fists to rub sneezes away from their adorable noses. But, they couldn't completely wipe the cute pre-sneeze looks of their faces. Another layer of dust fell upon their noses, finally setting off fits of sneezes.
“Atshoo,” Feliciano sneezed rather quietly into Ludwig’s chest. He hated his annoying dust allergy so much.
“Sorry.” He whispered shyly to Ludwig, but he was preoccupied, trying to stifle his own sneeze to be that quiet, for his sneezes were rather loud, since his allergies were so terrible.
“Hatshoo!” He sneezed loudly onto Feliciano’s head. “S-sorry…It’s the dust.” He told Feliciano, blushing, but Feliciano didn't care, he just wanted them to be safe.
"Ve, I know it's the dust. Ludwig, you sneeze so loud. Shhh!" He whispered. "Tchoo," he sneezed into Ludwig's chest again.
"Sorry, Feli. You know how bad my allergies can get. Especially pollen and d-dust" He said. "Hah, HAH! Ludwig's breath hitched with the anticipation of another sneeze coming on.
"Oh, no, Ludwig! Not again!" Feliciano shout-whispered. Ludwig was about to bring his hand to his nose, when he felt another hand already there, to stifle the sneeze...
"Tch!" He sneezed more quietly into Feliciano's fingers. It was then that the sun started to rise. Ludwig could see Feliciano take his hand off of his nose and lean in for a kiss, which he happily allowed.
It would have been romantic, except for the fact that they were hiding in Francis’s dusty closet, sneezing their heads off as they hid from the wild Frenchman’s perverted touch. (haha France you’re such a perv!)

Cute enough?

Promise I'll continue later, but now, I have a masquerade sweet 16 to get ready for. See ya!

I approve on the cuteness scale. :]

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You always say the nicest things!
You make me and my friend A (she knows about this, remember?) smile. Whenever I tell her about her comments, she says you are nice.
I love your comments! You have good taste (JK haha)

# 2!!!

Okay
I wrote more!
These aren't in any specific order. (like number "1 is best, 50 is worst" or anything like that) They are all equal in quality. (or so I believe)
This one is kind of like a shortened fic.

2. Ludwig awoke from a peaceful sleep and stretched his arms high above his head. He looked at Feliciano, ready to wake him, as he did every morning, but something was different. Feli’s usual quiet snoring was rather loud this morning. Is he sick? Ludwig wondered. He tried to gently shake Feli awake as he did every morning, but he didn’t budge. He continued to add more pressure until Feli’s eyelids finally opened up.
“L-Ludwig? What tibe is it? Did I -Hah-HAH-H’atchoo!- sleep id?” Feliciano sneezed through his sentence. Ludwig frowned at the congestion in Feliciano’s voice.
“No, you didn’t sleep in. Feliciano, are you feeling alright? You sound a little congested.” Feliciano nodded, but Ludwig could see through it. He brought his hand to Feliciano’s forehead.
“Do, Ludwig! Dod’t catch a cold. ATCHOO!” He sneezed. Don’t catch a cold? Ludwig thought. He’s definitely sick. He put his hand on Feliciano’s forehead. It was a little warmer than normal.
“Feliciano, you’re warm. I’m going to go get the thermometer from when I was sick and check your temperature.” Feliciano nodded his throbbing head, and sat up in bed, feeling defeated, and waiting for Ludwig to come back. When he did, Feliciano obediently opened his mouth and let him slide it under his tongue. When it beeped, Ludwig took it out, and tried to read it. His face suddenly flushed red. Feliciano was scared by the sudden change of color in Ludwig’s cheeks.
“Ludwig, is sobethidg wrong? What’s the batter?” Feliciano asked nervously. Ludwig looked at Feliciano and gave an embarrassed laugh.
“Feliciano… the numbers are too small for me to read.” Oh, that’s right. He’s far sighted. Feliciano gave a quick laugh.
“I cad read theb for you.” He told Ludwig, grabbing the thermometer from Ludwig’s hands.
“It says 99.9.” Feliciano told Ludwig. “ATCHOO! What does that bead?”
“That means you have a little fever.” Ludwig told Feliciano. “You should go back to bed. I’ll stay and do my work in here, so that I can be here when you need me.” Feliciano blushed.
“Ludwig, you dod’t have to take care of be. It’s okay,” Feliciano said, embarrassed. “I dod’t wadt you to have to do this.” Feliciano tried to assure Ludwig, but it didn’t work.
“No, Feliciano. I want to make sure you’re okay. I can’t have you unhealthy or sick. Besides, if I didn’t who would?” Feliciano was answerless, and they sat awkwardly for a few minutes.
“Okay.” Feliciano said as he fell asleep, with his head planted sweetly on his pillow.
Hours later, he awoke, shaken by Ludwig, again.
“Hungry?” Feliciano heard a deep, smooth voice, and opened his eyes to Ludwig.
“Y-yeah. Just a –Atchoo!- a little.,” He said, still in a daze. He saw Ludwig’s figure nod, before putting a tray of soup on the bed, in front of Feliciano. Feliciano took the bowl and gratefully sucked it all down, and handed it to Ludwig. Ludwig took the bowl and looked at it, before looking up at Feliciano.
“A "little," hungry, Feliciano?” He asked, sarcastically. Feliciano and him both laughed.
“Thadks, Ludwig,” Feliciano told him, before drifting off back to sleep.
The only time he awoke again that day was when he curiously watched Ludwig undress, and crawl into bed beside him. ( Feliciano, you nasty boy! ) Unfortunately, Ludwig spotted Feliciano’s eyes opened. He kissed the sick nation’s forehead sweetly.
“Ve. Don’t get sick, Ludwig.” Feliciano warned him, but he continued to hold him close to him, and kiss him. Finally, he let go.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” He said sarcastically. “Come, let’s sleep.” He said before turning out the light…
The next morning Feliciano awoke earlier than usual, feeling wonderful, to find Ludwig still sleeping beside him. He gently shook him awake, as Ludwig did to him most mornings, until his eyelids were fully opened.
“Feliciado? Whoa, it’s late!" He said, looking out the window. Did I sleep id? Oh God, what tibe is it? Hah-HATCHOO!” He sneezed violently, totally uncovered. He was surprised the outburst had come from him. Feliciano grinned.
“Is somebody a wittle bit sicky, today?” He joked in a childish voice. Ludwig sighed at the congestion in his own voice.
“Come on, back to sleep.” Feliciano told him. Ludwig sighed, and did exactly as he was told, frowning as to how he couldn’t refuse it.

No fair! I wanna see Lui undress! *Smexxi dream*

So what’d y’all think? Cute enough?

Aw, haha. I'm glad your friend A has taken it so well!
Your writing is marvelous, such as this.



Very cute.

So. Much. Love.
You rock!

This one has little Italy in it. Sorry guys! This one also has only Doitsu sneezes. Also, really badly written, and might be a little bit depressing.

Ludwig Weillschmidt leaned against a city trashcan and buried his face in his palm. He didn’t want to go home. He didn’t want to go to the house that only he ever entered. He didn’t feel worthy of anything, or anyone. The past few years of his life had been sad ones that he’d cried alone for. He felt like just soaking himself in the rain, and letting his tears mix with the rain around him. The cold air was only an annoyance to his nose.
“Tchu-shoo!” (sorry about the weird sound) He sneezed into the wide open air, rain jumping off of his shoulders and his head, and saliva spraying from his open mouth. “Atshoo!” He sneezed again, and wiped his nose with his hand. He rested his head back on the trashcan and slowly fell asleep in the rain. When he awoke, he was in a place he had never known, wrapped in blankets he had never slept in. He wondered what could have happened to him. He was surprised to see a reddish brown curl of hair on the pillow next to him, in the bed he had woken up in. He was about to see if someone was underneath the blanket, but an annoying tickle hit his nose.
“AT-SHOO!” He sneezed loudly and uncovered, into the air in front of him. The red hair suddenly sprouted up from the covers, revealing a young Italian boy, of about twenty years. The boy took a minute to stare at Ludwig and then he smiled.
“Hi. My name is Feliciano. I found you sleeping on a trash can last night and brought you home. You’re a pretty heavy sleeper.”

…And that is how Ludwig and Feliciano met. I know this was REALLY retarded (no offense to special people) but I just randomly decided to write this and it only took about 20 minutes. Hope y’all liked it!